Last time:
"Woman," I say, startling her, as I enter the room through the open window. She doesn't move, doesn't look up at me, almost as if she's suspecting I would come.
"Hi Vegeta, do you want to hold him?"
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She has her arms outstretched towards me, holding the child, the tiny fragile creature that was created by myself and the woman together. Hold it? Why would I want to do that? What would that accomplish?
But before I know it, the child is in my arms, its little hands and fingers reaching up and brushing passed my nose and lips and chin. It knows I'm his father, he can feel my signature within me, I don't even have to send it out for him any longer, he can locate me anywhere, no matter the distance. He's pulling on my ear now, I can barely feel it, but I know its much much stronger than any infant earthling. Its tiny fingers and hands are so small I could crush them in an instant. But the woman would be furious with me for even thinking on it.
"Why'd you come?" she finally asked, as though the question had been on the tip of her tongue all her life, though she tried to hide her need for the answer. She was good at that, hiding her emotions around me, though I could always tell; she could easily fool any earth male. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with Trunks." She just had to add that, didn't she? As if I didn't know what I'd said.
"I don't think I need to justify my actions to you woman. Besides, I'll never see the brat again, I might as well at least once." She glared at me, reaching her arms out to take the child back. I heeded to the gesture, knowing full well that she'd find some way to get back at me if I didn't.
"He's not a brat, Vegeta," she hissed, cradling the child close to her breasts, which were half exposed. What was she trying to do, pick up men at the damn hospital? Then, without any warning for me, she pulled down her gown's collar, exposing one of her breasts entirely. Did she think I disappeared?
"Woman, what the hell are-"
"He's hungry," she grunted, holding the child's head to her breast, where he wasted no time in latching onto the plump pink nipple. How was it that I could be jealous for my own child at this very moment? Its not like she was getting any pleasure from this, for I could sense he was more powerful than she'd thought and was pulling a little too hard for her liking.
I waited there, arms crossed in the corner, while the child filled its belly. It took longer than I think the woman would have thought, but soon enough he was satisfied and settled into the woman's arms, eyes drooping.
"Good show?" she sneered, pulling her collar back up protectively, as if I hadn't seen them before.
"Why-"
"Did I call?"
I nod.
"Because, my mother is a moron. She wouldn't stop calling you and trying to get you to come here. I knew you wouldn't so I called to tell you to ignore her calls. But, apparently, I was wrong. But whatever, it doesn't matter."
"Why not?" For some reason I'm curious as to where the woman thinks she's going with all of this.
"Because, you'll be gone soon enough and I won't have to worry about you anymore."
"You, worry about me? How unlikely."
"No, not you. Don't flatter yourself," she nearly hisses. "I meant worry if the father to my child is alive or dead. But, seeing as you wish to have no part in his life and are leaving and never intend on returning, I don't have to do that. You'll be dead, in a manner of speaking, so that's that."
"I hardly see it as that to you woman. You're hiding something."
"Hiding? How can I hide anything from you?"
"You seem to have learned. What's going on?"
"What do you think I'm hiding then Vegeta? I have nothing to hide from you."
"No, there's something. I can sense it."
"Well then I'm not hiding it very well, am I?"
"No, I suppose you're not. What is it?"
"Vegeta, just stop, ok? Why must you do this?"
"Because, I want to know."
"And what will it change? Huh? Nothing. So just-"
"Bulma dear!" The woman's mother, heading towards the room, and fast. "Oh, Vegeta. I didn't see you come in." Damn, she's already there. How did she get here so fast? I need to better watch out for her. Damn annoying earth woman. Damn annoying earth people! There stupid power levels are so low I can hardly sense their presence at all. Good thing the woman now has a signature, otherwise she'd be sneaking up on me as well. "How are you?"
"He came in through the window," the woman offers. She must know I have no desire to converse with her mother, but why would she assist me? Her motives confuse me. Good thing I won't have to deal with her any longer. "To see Trunks. He'll be gone soon."
"Oh, it's fine if he stays," she cheers, clasping her hands together. I wonder what the hell always has her so damn happy. "I love having him around, such a nice young man. How are you Vegeta?"
I grunt at her. She's not worth my words.
"Well you look tired. You should have rested some before coming here." She turns to her daughter now, as peppy as ever. "Do you need anything dear?"
"No mom, I'm fine."
"Alright. I was just checking. I'll be back in a little while to check up on you. Alright?"
"Sure," she sighs, resting back on her pillows, watching as her mother exits the room. "I think you should leave."
"Why?" I sneer, leaning against the nearest wall.
"Because-" she hisses. "-I don't want you here anymore."
"Well I hardly see that as a justifiable reason for me to leave. I'm not going anywhere."
"Why stay? What business do you have here? You said you came to see Trunks, and you have. Just leave me be, I'm exhausted and I need to rest."
"You knew what you were getting yourself into when you offered yourself to me."
"I didn't know I was going to mother your child!" she screams, wrapping her arms more protectively around the now sleeping child. "Believe me, if I knew, I would have never even thought of it."
"You can't fool me that easily woman, I know you've grown attached to the brat."
"Well of course! He is my son after all. How can I not?"
"Whatever. I'm leaving. You annoy me."
"I annoy YOU!? Ha! Good-bye Vegeta, don't hit a plane on the way home."
I snarl at her response, climbing out the window and taking to the sky. Where the hell does she get off thinking she can speak to me that way? Just because she's the mother of my child does not give any such right. She's obviously taking this privilege way too far. I'll have to set her straight when she goes home tomorrow.
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"Where is everyone?" I huff, resting my cheek on my head, elbows on the kitchen table. It was 1:00 PM and no one had been home once to cook me my meals. I'd had to skip breakfast, but only after waiting a half an hour for someone. Damn humans, wasting my precious training time. Do they have a death wish? Because that's sure as hell what's going to happen if they keep denying me my training time. How dare they!
I hear the front door open then slam shut. Either someone is angry, or someone left a living room window open and the wind slammed the door. Either way, it's a pretty annoying noise. I hate when it happens, it's the only time I regret having Saiyan hearing.
"Vegeta?" It's the woman, no child. Hmm, interesting. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be training so you can 'get off this Kami forsaken mud ball'?" She's mocking me. Typical.
"Well I WOULD be training, but right about now my insides are eating themselves, so I'm not too comfortable."
"Oh, so you're hungry." She walks over to the refrigerator, looks inside, then looks back at me. "All we have is left over turkey, a head of lettuce, and an onion, no bread."
"Where's all the food?"
"My father or myself haven't been home for a few days to program the bots to do the shopping. And, seeing as you're dying from starvation, I'll just take you to the deli for some sandwiches, ok? I'll program the bots to do the shopping while we're out."
"That's fine with me. The sooner I get to eating, the sooner I can train." She didn't fight me on this, how bizarre. But I'm not going to question her this time-I'm far too hungry.
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Great, just great. We finally make it to the "deli" but it turns out there's a small country there and it's hungry. So, unfortunately, we have to go elsewhere if I plan on eating today. The woman isn't happy about it either, I can tell, she wants to be home with her child, but she refuses to let me see. She doesn't want me to know I'm getting the better of her.
"Where are we going now?" I sigh as I take my seat next to her in her car. "And how long is this going to take? I need to get back to my training."
"It'll take as long as it takes," she sneers, not looking over at me. How lovely she looks when she's like this, I think I'll push a little.
"Can't you earthlings do anything right? Kami."
"Well, maybe if his royal highness didn't need an entire store full of food, we could be our separate ways by now." Oh, she's getting better. That one almost hurt.
"Well, it's not my fault you had to be somewhere else when you were supposed to be cooking my meals."
"Excuse me!" she screams, slamming on the breaks mid-traffic. A red truck nearly hits us, missing only by inches and crashes into a near by telephone pole. The driver is angry, but not as angry as the driver in my car. He steps out into the street, hell bent on slaughtering my woman. "Don't you dare come an inch closer!" she hisses, holding her hand out to him.
"Shut up you-"
"I said, NOT AN INCH! Get back, now!" She hops from her car, pulling the man by his collar to her. And I thought she was a weakling, the man is three times her size and far more muscular. She hides her strength well. "If you do not get back then I will not provide you with another car, is that clear!?"
"P-Provide?" the large man stutters. He's scared. "How?"
"I'm Bulma Briefs," she growls, sending him to the ground, his legs shooting out in front of him. "That's how. Now leave me be!"
She climbs back into her car, pulls away, not saying a single word, as if she did that sort of thing in public all the time. I open my mouth to speak, say something about the brawl, but she beats me to it.
"Don't you dare open your mouth about this, you hear me? It'll be all over the news tomorrow morning so I don't need it from you too."
"I was going to congratulate you woman, I never knew you had it in you."
"Congratulate me? Bah, that's a good one. Don't mock me."
"Well, it's not everyday that I see a tiny earthling female takes down an earthling male twice her size. It was remarkable."
"Shut up Vegeta. I-What did you just say?"
"I said it was remarkable. You know you heard me. And no, I didn't stuttered. Take it how you will, it's not that often I show my approval."
"Well," she huffs, easing into her seat. "I don't need your approval. What do you want for lunch?" And like that she was back to the basics, driving me to a destination where I would get the proper nourishment and then I could be back to my training. How is it that she could switch tracks that quickly? I'll be damned if I ever figure out earth women, and especially this one. She's exactly like, and the complete opposite of, a Saiyan woman.
"Meat," I reply. It's simple enough for her to find, I know this. She looks over and gives me a half tilted smile, I suppose she's thanking me for not carrying on any further. And why should I have? I wouldn't have gotten very far with it and might end up with an empty stomach. I'm no fool, I know when to play my cards.
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"Can I speak with you?" And I was almost out of sight. Damn her.
"About?" I sigh, wrapping a clean white towel about my neck.
"Yesterday, things aren't settled with us yet."
"They're not, are they? Well, I was under the impression that you never leave things to sit this long. Why did you wait?"
"I needed to cool off."
"You allow yourself time for such things? I thought you liked getting things done when they were there, not waiting."
"Don't presume you know me Vegeta, and stop trying to pick a fight to get me off track." She leans back against the wall to the gravity chamber, fire in her eyes. She's angry, just not showing it. How clever.
"What's not settled?" I leaned against the control panel, arms crossed.
"What do you think?"
I shrug.
"What you said to me yesterday in the car. How dare you!" Her little fists are clenched, as if she plans on striking at me. "I have done everything you have ever asked-demanded-I do for you! And you give me as much respect as if I were Freiza! I have done NOTHING wrong and you continually beat me down!" Her breathing quickens, her heart racing, I can almost feel it. "I was at the damn hospital recuperating after I delivered your son! How dare you suggest cooking your meals is the better place to be, you asshole!"
"I wasn't suggesting, I was telling." She went to strike me, as I thought might happen, though I catch her hand in the air, pulling it to her side and yanking her to my chest. "I wouldn't do that if I was you woman. Your son is likely to lose his mother."
"You wouldn't dare you filthy monkey!" I slam her against the nearest wall, her frail body thudding as it makes contact.
"Try me," I hiss under my breath, inches from her face. "I'll have you in a pool of your own blood before you can bat an eyelash. Do not test me."
"I stand by what I said." She doesn't flinch, holding her own. How very brave of her, stupid, but brave. "You wouldn't kill me."
"And what makes you think so? I've shown you nothing to make you think otherwise. I'm not Kakarot!"
"No, you're not man enough to be like Goku." She's on the ground, on her stomach, before she knows what's happened.
"Be thankful that I'm making your death quick. I wish to be rid of you now." I hold my arm out, energy ball hovering in my palm. I aim it at her, directly at her head, ready to shoot it, when she lifts her head and whispers something I cannot ignore, no matter how hard I try.
"I love you, you bastard." She lets her head fall back to the floor, arms smacking beside her. "I love you.."
"Stop that!" I roar, the ball of energy dissipating in my hand. Why can I not shoot her?
"Why?" she whimpers, attempting to pick herself up. I heed to tries, pulling her by her collar to her feet, her limp body resting on my chest, her breathing labored, but low. "Can't stand it when someone cares for you? Does it hurt now that you've hurt the only person who was ever stupid enough to love you? Does it?"
"Does it hurt you?" is all I can manage to say, her skinny little arms falling to her sides. I have to hold her around the waist to keep her up.
"To love you?" I nod. "Of course it hurts. Kami." She rests her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes; I can feel her lashes brush the side of my neck. I've hurt her badly, but she'll live, just sore for the next few days. "But it's worth it. Somehow, it's worth it." It was then that her body gave out on her, and she fainted.
I brought her to her room, laying her down on her bed gently so not to hurt her more. The child, our child, was sleeping in its crib next to her bed.
"Don't worry half-breed," I whisper, leaning over to look at him. "You'll have your mother."
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---Chapter 7!!! Woo, it really did take me a while to get another chapter up. But I finally did it and I'm very happy with the way it turned out. Maybe soon I'll get to the battle (Androids/Cell), maybe not. I don't know. I'll just have to see where my imagination takes me when I'm writing.
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"Woman," I say, startling her, as I enter the room through the open window. She doesn't move, doesn't look up at me, almost as if she's suspecting I would come.
"Hi Vegeta, do you want to hold him?"
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She has her arms outstretched towards me, holding the child, the tiny fragile creature that was created by myself and the woman together. Hold it? Why would I want to do that? What would that accomplish?
But before I know it, the child is in my arms, its little hands and fingers reaching up and brushing passed my nose and lips and chin. It knows I'm his father, he can feel my signature within me, I don't even have to send it out for him any longer, he can locate me anywhere, no matter the distance. He's pulling on my ear now, I can barely feel it, but I know its much much stronger than any infant earthling. Its tiny fingers and hands are so small I could crush them in an instant. But the woman would be furious with me for even thinking on it.
"Why'd you come?" she finally asked, as though the question had been on the tip of her tongue all her life, though she tried to hide her need for the answer. She was good at that, hiding her emotions around me, though I could always tell; she could easily fool any earth male. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with Trunks." She just had to add that, didn't she? As if I didn't know what I'd said.
"I don't think I need to justify my actions to you woman. Besides, I'll never see the brat again, I might as well at least once." She glared at me, reaching her arms out to take the child back. I heeded to the gesture, knowing full well that she'd find some way to get back at me if I didn't.
"He's not a brat, Vegeta," she hissed, cradling the child close to her breasts, which were half exposed. What was she trying to do, pick up men at the damn hospital? Then, without any warning for me, she pulled down her gown's collar, exposing one of her breasts entirely. Did she think I disappeared?
"Woman, what the hell are-"
"He's hungry," she grunted, holding the child's head to her breast, where he wasted no time in latching onto the plump pink nipple. How was it that I could be jealous for my own child at this very moment? Its not like she was getting any pleasure from this, for I could sense he was more powerful than she'd thought and was pulling a little too hard for her liking.
I waited there, arms crossed in the corner, while the child filled its belly. It took longer than I think the woman would have thought, but soon enough he was satisfied and settled into the woman's arms, eyes drooping.
"Good show?" she sneered, pulling her collar back up protectively, as if I hadn't seen them before.
"Why-"
"Did I call?"
I nod.
"Because, my mother is a moron. She wouldn't stop calling you and trying to get you to come here. I knew you wouldn't so I called to tell you to ignore her calls. But, apparently, I was wrong. But whatever, it doesn't matter."
"Why not?" For some reason I'm curious as to where the woman thinks she's going with all of this.
"Because, you'll be gone soon enough and I won't have to worry about you anymore."
"You, worry about me? How unlikely."
"No, not you. Don't flatter yourself," she nearly hisses. "I meant worry if the father to my child is alive or dead. But, seeing as you wish to have no part in his life and are leaving and never intend on returning, I don't have to do that. You'll be dead, in a manner of speaking, so that's that."
"I hardly see it as that to you woman. You're hiding something."
"Hiding? How can I hide anything from you?"
"You seem to have learned. What's going on?"
"What do you think I'm hiding then Vegeta? I have nothing to hide from you."
"No, there's something. I can sense it."
"Well then I'm not hiding it very well, am I?"
"No, I suppose you're not. What is it?"
"Vegeta, just stop, ok? Why must you do this?"
"Because, I want to know."
"And what will it change? Huh? Nothing. So just-"
"Bulma dear!" The woman's mother, heading towards the room, and fast. "Oh, Vegeta. I didn't see you come in." Damn, she's already there. How did she get here so fast? I need to better watch out for her. Damn annoying earth woman. Damn annoying earth people! There stupid power levels are so low I can hardly sense their presence at all. Good thing the woman now has a signature, otherwise she'd be sneaking up on me as well. "How are you?"
"He came in through the window," the woman offers. She must know I have no desire to converse with her mother, but why would she assist me? Her motives confuse me. Good thing I won't have to deal with her any longer. "To see Trunks. He'll be gone soon."
"Oh, it's fine if he stays," she cheers, clasping her hands together. I wonder what the hell always has her so damn happy. "I love having him around, such a nice young man. How are you Vegeta?"
I grunt at her. She's not worth my words.
"Well you look tired. You should have rested some before coming here." She turns to her daughter now, as peppy as ever. "Do you need anything dear?"
"No mom, I'm fine."
"Alright. I was just checking. I'll be back in a little while to check up on you. Alright?"
"Sure," she sighs, resting back on her pillows, watching as her mother exits the room. "I think you should leave."
"Why?" I sneer, leaning against the nearest wall.
"Because-" she hisses. "-I don't want you here anymore."
"Well I hardly see that as a justifiable reason for me to leave. I'm not going anywhere."
"Why stay? What business do you have here? You said you came to see Trunks, and you have. Just leave me be, I'm exhausted and I need to rest."
"You knew what you were getting yourself into when you offered yourself to me."
"I didn't know I was going to mother your child!" she screams, wrapping her arms more protectively around the now sleeping child. "Believe me, if I knew, I would have never even thought of it."
"You can't fool me that easily woman, I know you've grown attached to the brat."
"Well of course! He is my son after all. How can I not?"
"Whatever. I'm leaving. You annoy me."
"I annoy YOU!? Ha! Good-bye Vegeta, don't hit a plane on the way home."
I snarl at her response, climbing out the window and taking to the sky. Where the hell does she get off thinking she can speak to me that way? Just because she's the mother of my child does not give any such right. She's obviously taking this privilege way too far. I'll have to set her straight when she goes home tomorrow.
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"Where is everyone?" I huff, resting my cheek on my head, elbows on the kitchen table. It was 1:00 PM and no one had been home once to cook me my meals. I'd had to skip breakfast, but only after waiting a half an hour for someone. Damn humans, wasting my precious training time. Do they have a death wish? Because that's sure as hell what's going to happen if they keep denying me my training time. How dare they!
I hear the front door open then slam shut. Either someone is angry, or someone left a living room window open and the wind slammed the door. Either way, it's a pretty annoying noise. I hate when it happens, it's the only time I regret having Saiyan hearing.
"Vegeta?" It's the woman, no child. Hmm, interesting. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be training so you can 'get off this Kami forsaken mud ball'?" She's mocking me. Typical.
"Well I WOULD be training, but right about now my insides are eating themselves, so I'm not too comfortable."
"Oh, so you're hungry." She walks over to the refrigerator, looks inside, then looks back at me. "All we have is left over turkey, a head of lettuce, and an onion, no bread."
"Where's all the food?"
"My father or myself haven't been home for a few days to program the bots to do the shopping. And, seeing as you're dying from starvation, I'll just take you to the deli for some sandwiches, ok? I'll program the bots to do the shopping while we're out."
"That's fine with me. The sooner I get to eating, the sooner I can train." She didn't fight me on this, how bizarre. But I'm not going to question her this time-I'm far too hungry.
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Great, just great. We finally make it to the "deli" but it turns out there's a small country there and it's hungry. So, unfortunately, we have to go elsewhere if I plan on eating today. The woman isn't happy about it either, I can tell, she wants to be home with her child, but she refuses to let me see. She doesn't want me to know I'm getting the better of her.
"Where are we going now?" I sigh as I take my seat next to her in her car. "And how long is this going to take? I need to get back to my training."
"It'll take as long as it takes," she sneers, not looking over at me. How lovely she looks when she's like this, I think I'll push a little.
"Can't you earthlings do anything right? Kami."
"Well, maybe if his royal highness didn't need an entire store full of food, we could be our separate ways by now." Oh, she's getting better. That one almost hurt.
"Well, it's not my fault you had to be somewhere else when you were supposed to be cooking my meals."
"Excuse me!" she screams, slamming on the breaks mid-traffic. A red truck nearly hits us, missing only by inches and crashes into a near by telephone pole. The driver is angry, but not as angry as the driver in my car. He steps out into the street, hell bent on slaughtering my woman. "Don't you dare come an inch closer!" she hisses, holding her hand out to him.
"Shut up you-"
"I said, NOT AN INCH! Get back, now!" She hops from her car, pulling the man by his collar to her. And I thought she was a weakling, the man is three times her size and far more muscular. She hides her strength well. "If you do not get back then I will not provide you with another car, is that clear!?"
"P-Provide?" the large man stutters. He's scared. "How?"
"I'm Bulma Briefs," she growls, sending him to the ground, his legs shooting out in front of him. "That's how. Now leave me be!"
She climbs back into her car, pulls away, not saying a single word, as if she did that sort of thing in public all the time. I open my mouth to speak, say something about the brawl, but she beats me to it.
"Don't you dare open your mouth about this, you hear me? It'll be all over the news tomorrow morning so I don't need it from you too."
"I was going to congratulate you woman, I never knew you had it in you."
"Congratulate me? Bah, that's a good one. Don't mock me."
"Well, it's not everyday that I see a tiny earthling female takes down an earthling male twice her size. It was remarkable."
"Shut up Vegeta. I-What did you just say?"
"I said it was remarkable. You know you heard me. And no, I didn't stuttered. Take it how you will, it's not that often I show my approval."
"Well," she huffs, easing into her seat. "I don't need your approval. What do you want for lunch?" And like that she was back to the basics, driving me to a destination where I would get the proper nourishment and then I could be back to my training. How is it that she could switch tracks that quickly? I'll be damned if I ever figure out earth women, and especially this one. She's exactly like, and the complete opposite of, a Saiyan woman.
"Meat," I reply. It's simple enough for her to find, I know this. She looks over and gives me a half tilted smile, I suppose she's thanking me for not carrying on any further. And why should I have? I wouldn't have gotten very far with it and might end up with an empty stomach. I'm no fool, I know when to play my cards.
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"Can I speak with you?" And I was almost out of sight. Damn her.
"About?" I sigh, wrapping a clean white towel about my neck.
"Yesterday, things aren't settled with us yet."
"They're not, are they? Well, I was under the impression that you never leave things to sit this long. Why did you wait?"
"I needed to cool off."
"You allow yourself time for such things? I thought you liked getting things done when they were there, not waiting."
"Don't presume you know me Vegeta, and stop trying to pick a fight to get me off track." She leans back against the wall to the gravity chamber, fire in her eyes. She's angry, just not showing it. How clever.
"What's not settled?" I leaned against the control panel, arms crossed.
"What do you think?"
I shrug.
"What you said to me yesterday in the car. How dare you!" Her little fists are clenched, as if she plans on striking at me. "I have done everything you have ever asked-demanded-I do for you! And you give me as much respect as if I were Freiza! I have done NOTHING wrong and you continually beat me down!" Her breathing quickens, her heart racing, I can almost feel it. "I was at the damn hospital recuperating after I delivered your son! How dare you suggest cooking your meals is the better place to be, you asshole!"
"I wasn't suggesting, I was telling." She went to strike me, as I thought might happen, though I catch her hand in the air, pulling it to her side and yanking her to my chest. "I wouldn't do that if I was you woman. Your son is likely to lose his mother."
"You wouldn't dare you filthy monkey!" I slam her against the nearest wall, her frail body thudding as it makes contact.
"Try me," I hiss under my breath, inches from her face. "I'll have you in a pool of your own blood before you can bat an eyelash. Do not test me."
"I stand by what I said." She doesn't flinch, holding her own. How very brave of her, stupid, but brave. "You wouldn't kill me."
"And what makes you think so? I've shown you nothing to make you think otherwise. I'm not Kakarot!"
"No, you're not man enough to be like Goku." She's on the ground, on her stomach, before she knows what's happened.
"Be thankful that I'm making your death quick. I wish to be rid of you now." I hold my arm out, energy ball hovering in my palm. I aim it at her, directly at her head, ready to shoot it, when she lifts her head and whispers something I cannot ignore, no matter how hard I try.
"I love you, you bastard." She lets her head fall back to the floor, arms smacking beside her. "I love you.."
"Stop that!" I roar, the ball of energy dissipating in my hand. Why can I not shoot her?
"Why?" she whimpers, attempting to pick herself up. I heed to tries, pulling her by her collar to her feet, her limp body resting on my chest, her breathing labored, but low. "Can't stand it when someone cares for you? Does it hurt now that you've hurt the only person who was ever stupid enough to love you? Does it?"
"Does it hurt you?" is all I can manage to say, her skinny little arms falling to her sides. I have to hold her around the waist to keep her up.
"To love you?" I nod. "Of course it hurts. Kami." She rests her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes; I can feel her lashes brush the side of my neck. I've hurt her badly, but she'll live, just sore for the next few days. "But it's worth it. Somehow, it's worth it." It was then that her body gave out on her, and she fainted.
I brought her to her room, laying her down on her bed gently so not to hurt her more. The child, our child, was sleeping in its crib next to her bed.
"Don't worry half-breed," I whisper, leaning over to look at him. "You'll have your mother."
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---Chapter 7!!! Woo, it really did take me a while to get another chapter up. But I finally did it and I'm very happy with the way it turned out. Maybe soon I'll get to the battle (Androids/Cell), maybe not. I don't know. I'll just have to see where my imagination takes me when I'm writing.
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Next time: More developments..